007 Bond of Fate
ARCHIVE #007
Bond of Fate
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Track No. 007
Format: MP3 (320kbps)
Lyrics
through the narrow cracks along the wall
the wind finds its way back home, after all
like water falling to the hollow ground
everything lands where it’s meant to be found
i didn't choose this, but i knew it then -
that i would find my way to you again
deep in the grain, only warmth remains
a love that flows through our hidden veins
even in silence, find you again
through the biting gale, you’re the only thing that stays
through the dusty glass, a slant of light
wakes the dancing dust in the middle of the night
a stain that stays where the seasons used to be
just like the ghost of you and me
i thought we were over - a fading memory -
but somehow, your light still reaches me
deep in the grain, only warmth remains
a love that flows through our hidden veins
even in shadow, read you again
through the bending road, you’re the only thing that stays
the chilling air that brushed my fingertips
wasn't a mistake, just the way the world slips
after the long walk, when our eyes finally meet
the fog settles down on this empty street
i kept waiting for you in the thin air
not knowing if you'd still be there
deep in the grain, only warmth remains
a love that flows through our hidden veins
even when hiding, call you again
through the weary years, you’re the only thing that stays
in the easy years, we drifted far apart
but in the barren cold, you held my heart
i almost lost you to the silent snow
but the tightest rings are the ones that grow
the narrowest lines from our hardest year -
are the very core that keeps us here
the more i hold, the more the sand will run
leaving only traces under the setting sun
the tiny patterns carved by the heavy rain
are the only records of our shared pain
now i see what kept us standing tall
deeper lines from the days so cold
a story of us finally being told
the scars we share are the patterns we own
in every breath, i face you again
through all the winds, you're the only one i find
the empty space was always meant to be
the traces we left are for the world to see
following the path, following the grain
wash away the years, let the lines remain -
falling so softly, like the evening rain